“Go out and wash yourself.”
Pomp came back rather shamefaced, his face restored to its original color.
“Now, where is your book?”
Pomp looked about him, but, as he took good care not to look where he knew his book to be, of course he did not find it.
“I 'clare, Mass' Frank, it done lost,” he at length asserted.
“How can it be lost when you had it only a few minutes ago?”
“I dunno,” answered Pomp stolidly.
“Have you been out of the room?”
Pomp answered in the negative.
“Then it must be somewhere here.”